Our oldest friends are without doubt the best. The ones we've known for 50 years, and have grown-up with, are little treasures.
They don't put on airs and graces, their personalities have always remained much the same, and they are not members of some silly clique. They are simply quiet, sensible, and generous people. Almost a dying breed.
My good friend J (I've known 5 generations of his family) is a case in point. Yesterday, in the sweltering mid-day sun, he turned-up at the house with a cardboard box full of Tomatoes and Beans.
Life is not always kind to the nicest of people. His wife has Covid, plus other more serious problems, and he's just told us that his daughter has it too. Perhaps his gift was a 'lockdown survival box'; we certainly won't be going out too much, this wretched virus is back again, and serious.
Life is better when one has friends like J.